I'm still enjoying the summer, particularly since it's a bit cooler than July was, and the nights are really cooler! But those colors are calling me big time. So here's what I've been dyeing for the sock club. Don't worry, socksters, you don't know who's getting what and anyhow, I have a bunch more to dye. Same yarn in both pics, just a different arrangement to see the skeins.
Knitting Poem from a gracious woman on Ravelry's Dyers' Forum:
IRISH KNITTING POEM
When the folks next to you act like those in the zoo
Grumblin’, growlin’ and spittin’
It’s a pretty good plan
To be as calm as you can
And do something useful like knittin’.
When a gossipin’ Susan with poison barbed tongue
Comes into the room where you’re sittin’
And starts to defame
Some neighbor’s good name
Count your stitches out loud and keep knittin’.
When there’s been a slight misunderstandin’ at the church
And others hint broadly of quittin
Why the very best thing
You can do is to sing
And stay at your post and keep knittin
When Satan moves in with his cohorts of sin
Say, “You’ll never find me submittin’”
You irk me I find, so get thee behind
And please don’t disturb me, I’m knittin’!
And look at what the Hubbo found at a house sale! It was made in NJ, we don't know how long ago, but judging by the treadle, a while back. My engineer Honey dusted it off and found that it still works. I'm going to have to learn how to spin, probably not on this elderly baby, but just because I'm becoming more and more intrigued by it. But I'm not going to dye the fibe; I'm giving myself the luxury of buying it. When I get to that point. OK, if I get to that point.
The Hubbo is now totally intrigued by this little wheel and is researching it like crazy. I bet he would like to learn how to spin, just for the engineering end of it.